Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.